She was by nature quite a strong woman, but years of privation and lack of food had taken their toll and all the excitement of last night and today made her look very pale.
“Now what you have to do,” Nelita insisted, “is to go to bed.”
“But I must get up for dinner,” she protested.
“You will do nothing of the sort,” Nelita replied. “You are to go to bed and I am sure that the chef will send you up something delicious to eat on a tray.”
“I feel it is the wrong thing to do, my dear, but I admit I am very tired and, of course, thanks to you I am blissfully excited.”
Nelita kissed her and then said to the lady’s maid who was looking after her,
“Put her Ladyship to bed and, if she is asleep, don’t wake her up in the morning, but mind she has something nourishing to eat before she is tucke
